I let go of my notions of identity. I am what I am, whatever that is. I have my opinions on things and enjoy my own version of the human experience
Ultimately we are all the same observer conciousness being that split itself into countless variations all pretending to be something different in order o experience a novel slice of reality.
“I” “Myself” “Me” point to the illusionary mask of ego where the observer pretends it is not everything and instead a single being. Your self is an imaginary construct, it doesnt really exist. Its a useful psychological reference frame and a stage to serve in the function of generating a unique existance with mental emotional complexes.
This is the mid 21st century ma’am. Even the upper class crazy eccentric types with taxidermy black bird goth thrones are enjoying the freedom of sweatpants and t-shirts along side mainainable haircuts in public.
People not feeling the need to wear goofy social posturing clothing like corsets and three piece suits or go through rivers of hair oil is truly a sign of progression. Now we all get to feel half assed at dressing up compared to our great grandparents.
When were done with lazy casual I predict a move to get onto the cyberpunk techno phase. You know, really match our clothing with the mid grade dystopia vibes of our current global situation. Maybe conpare social status with cybernetic augmentations and hack job body mods.
I bet replacing your legs with turbo tank treads then getting them serviced yearly will be the new Iphone. Cybernetic lungs that filter pollutants better than normal ones while extracting more oxygen will be the new Rolex. And of course have a
yearlyquarterly subscription fee.Then when we get bored of that the victorian dressup might come back after. But not before.